Chapter 98: Chapter 98
We arrived in London at 10.30 am. It rained a lot. I felt a certain emotion when I arrived at the bottom of the tower block where Elvis lived, so many events had happened in Brixton... My memories went back to a time when I didn’t know who I really was, where life was simple, even though I was considered a notorious weirdo among humans.
Elvis was waiting for us at the apartment. He hugged his brother, and when he wanted to do the same for me, he pulled back and widened his eyes in bewilderment.
“What happened with your hair?!”
“I know, it’s awful!”
“Uh… no,” he caught himself, “it’s surprising, that’s all.”
“I pushed my limits a bit far,” I replied as the memory of Ethan and I floating in the temple materialised in my mind. “I would like to do a colour, but your brother absolutely refuses!”
“You finally look like a real queen!” said Johnny. “And nothing beats a natural colour.”
“But it’s not my natural colour!”
“It’s true that it suits you well, in fact,” Elvis tried to reassure me.
He finally decided to wrap his powerful arms around me in greeting. I returned to the living room, happy to see this place. The decoration hadn’t changed a bit. Apart from a few pieces of furniture, it was the same room where I had spent weeks recovering from my confinement in Canary Wharf Tower.
“I have to see Eric.”
“So hurry up,” he said, surprised, “he’ll be leaving soon. He’s taking a flight to Louisiana later.”
I received a message on my mobile. It was him.
Eric: Goodbye, Goddess.
My heart raced.
“Elvis, can you take me to him now, please?”
He understood the urgency, and, after a nod, grabbed his keys. We took his car and we only drove three hundred metres before parking. Startled, I stared at Elvis.
“Laziness!” he replied to my look, “Go!”
I smiled, kissed him and turned to Johnny, sitting in the back of the car.
“Go ahead, my dear.”
Elvis handed me the room keys, Johnny rose from his seat and encircled me with his strong arms. His kiss on my cheek let out a tear. I slammed the door and then ran at high speed in the pouring rain. I stopped at the huge glass door and dialled the security code Elvis had jotted down on a piece of paper. Inside, I crossed the large room and soon arrived near a door, hidden behind a curtain. I slipped another key into the lock and entered the main room. Elvis had furnished an apartment at my request, built in an old workshop. The red brick walls encircled a large room with a huge oak table, a living room set in light tones, and an ultra-modern fitted kitchen, all topped by a ceiling supported by Eifel-style beams. The loft spirit of the room gave it a very special charm. I noticed the closed suitcases, placed next to the entrance. A door opened, and my heart skipped a beat as Eric entered. When he saw me in the room the surprise was immediately read on his features. His breathing stopped. He froze. He was coming out of the shower, a large bandage stretching over his bare stomach, which was still slightly wet, a white bath towel wrapped around his hips, which almost fell off when he found me in the hallway, all soaked with the rain.
A silence. His gaze travelled my immaculate white hair, but I couldn’t read his impressions in the depth of his eyes. Embarrassed, I almost squirmed when, finally, his mouth sent me a bewitching smile. He was finally here, and with him, I found a part of myself. This part I left in Greece. Tears filled my eyes.
“A few years then?” I said, emotion betraying my voice.
A long exchange of glances followed my words, when suddenly, he rushed towards me, so quickly that his bath towel slipped on the floor. He grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his fevered lips to mine. This kiss awakened my senses, travelled down my spine and shot towards my brain. I gasped at the sensation as his fingers managed to slide my dress down to my feet. Then he picked me up, a smile glinting on his lips. My legs went to wrap around his waist, while my hands rested on his face. We kissed as my tears of joy mingled with my desire. I almost suffocated under the embrace of the man I loved. Because yes, I loved him, I was madly in love with him, passionately and irrevocably in love. Finally admitting it to myself, I wanted to tell him or shout at him, but he continued to kiss me passionately. He lifted me to the bedroom, where a large bed was waiting for us. He separated from my mouth for a moment and fixed his gaze on mine. His voice enlightened my soul.
“Why not a lifetime?”
That day, Eric made love to me until our strength left us. The second day was very similar to the first. On the third day, we flew to America, the continent on which we would live together for the rest of his life.